Mysterious Recovery

Chapter 966 How to Survive

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The early announcement of the mourning on the third day caused everyone in the ancient house to immediately encounter unprecedented dangers.

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Originally, according to the situation of the vigil on the second day, Yang Jian and others only needed to stay near the red coffin in the back hall to be safe, but first Fan Xing and others provoked a curse of some kind of ghost, which led to the inside of the ancient house. The Specter found everyone hiding in the back hall.

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Originally, it was fine. Zhou Deng walked around outside with a white lantern, and he did the mourning on the third day.

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This led him to recruit the ghosts from outside into the ancient house.

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At present, there are ghosts inside and outside the ancient house.

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Everyone had nowhere to go, so they had to choose to fight with Specter.

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Yang Jian guarded the red coffin to prevent any ghosts from approaching. What he was most worried about was that the old man was affected by other ghosts at this time, causing him to wake up early and ruining the arrival of the first seven days.

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Wang Feng and other ghost riders were guarding the back door.

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Relying on a game of dice to forcibly delay the time when the Specter Ghost invaded the ancient house.

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"The key to breaking the game lies on Li Yang's side. Only when Li Yang successfully returns can the situation be reversed." At this moment, Yang Jian knew very clearly what to do next.

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Everyone must withstand the pressure of the Specter, and then hold on until the moment when the turning point comes.

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if not.

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Yang Jian must consider abandoning everyone, sending letters, abandoning this ancient house, and surviving alone...

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He has the ability to live, so naturally he will not be buried here with everyone.

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at the same time.

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While staring at the burning speed of the red ghost candle in his hand, Li Yang walked quickly. His road was relatively smooth. He passed the patio and came to the gate.

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He tried to open the wooden door.

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It turned out that the wooden door seemed to be stuck and could not be opened easily.

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The ghost candle in his hand was burning faster and faster.

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If less than half of the remaining ghost candles were consumed like this, they would not be able to withstand even a minute.

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Li Yang gritted his teeth and stretched the ghost candle toward the crack in the middle of the door.

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The flame of the ghost candle swelled abruptly, and then a series of hurried footsteps came from outside, and there were more than one, and these footsteps quickly dispersed.

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Crunch!

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The old door is now open.

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The candlelight of the ghost candle flickered, and there was only one section left.

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"The price of using ghost candles to disperse ghosts is too high, and I can't stand it." Li Yang gritted his teeth and quickly placed the ghost candles far away to ensure the safety of this doorway.

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Then he looked up and saw the white lantern hanging on the door.

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A cold wind blows.

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The old, faded pale lanterns swayed and glowed.

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Looking back, there were several strange figures vaguely appearing near the candlelight of the ghost candle. Those figures swayed back and forth, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, and the exact position could not be accurately captured.

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Li Gui was wandering outside the gate.

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It seems that after the funeral, not only is there a ghost at the back door, but the front is also the same. I'm afraid the surrounding of the entire ancient house is not much better.

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Taking advantage of the last time the ghost candle was burning, Li Yang quickly climbed up to the gate, and then took down the white lantern.

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Everything went smoothly.

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There is no danger.

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As soon as the lantern arrived, the candlelight of the ghost candle he placed on the ground went out immediately.

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There are too many ghosts nearby, and a little candle can't stand it.

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There is no such eerie candlelight.

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The strange figure that was illuminated nearby disappeared immediately.

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The ghost didn't leave, and was still wandering around.

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It's just that there is no ghost candle at this moment, Li Yang can no longer see these ghosts.

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He felt extremely cold around him.

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There was even the feeling of something cold touching his skin. The whole person seemed to be surrounded by Specter and seemed to be engulfed.

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Even though he couldn't see anything around, Li Yang could still smell the stench of rotting corpses and the fishy smell of soil.

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"The ghost didn't attack me." Li Yang grabbed the white lantern.

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The pale and faint light radiated from the lantern, illuminating the surrounding area, so that he would not lose his way.

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And leaving this area, other places are drowsy and terrifying.

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"Go back quickly."

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Li Yang didn't dare to delay in the slightest. He hesitated for a few more seconds here, and maybe a few more people would die in the back hall.

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So he took the lantern and immediately walked along the side of the ancient house to go around to the back hall.

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But as soon as he moved, his face suddenly froze.

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Behind him, a series of footsteps rang out, and it seemed that the ghost that was wandering around was following behind him at the moment.

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Li Yang quickened his speed, and the footsteps behind him also quickened.

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Look back.

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There was nothing behind him, just a dead silence and darkness.

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"Ghosts don't kill mourners, so the way to survive on the third day is this...According to the normal situation, on the third day, everyone has to leave the old house, take lanterns and bring ghosts here. I wandered around the old house until the funeral was over on the third day, I understand now."

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Li Yang is not stupid, he is also a survivor of supernatural events.

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If he had no brains, he would have already died in the ghost painting incident. It is impossible to become a ghost rider and live to this day.

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"So, my task is not to return to the back hall with the lantern, but to divert the other ghosts near the ancient house away, so that the captain can deal with the ghosts in the ancient house with peace of mind."

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"The captain's judgment is not wrong. The vigil on the second day and the mourning report on the third day cannot overlap. Now we must find a way to correct it."

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After Li Yang thought about it clearly, he quickened his pace.

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No matter what supernatural phenomena happen behind him or around him, he will not stop moving.

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Although his actions are already fast.

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But for everyone in the back hall, let alone for a few hours, even if they persisted for a minute, they would have to pay a heavy price.

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A red dice rolled on the ground for several times and finally stopped.

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The number is: 2.

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On the opposite side, the number on a black dice is: 5.

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Ghost's point is 5, Wang Feng's point is 2.

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In the fifth round of the game, Wang Feng's luck ran out. He was tense all over, sweating profusely, staring at the points he threw, as if lost his mind, and with a few points. unbelievable.

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"I, I lost..." Wang Feng's mouth moved.

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Then his body began to quickly become cold, the blood on his face began to disappear immediately, and the look in his eyes suddenly went out, like a spark in a gust of wind, being ruthlessly smothered by this cruel world at this moment.

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Wang Feng did not move, he had no breath.

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He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying ancient house.

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"Did you lose?" The eagle glanced at it, with an inexplicable sadness.

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From being cursed by a strange letter, Wang Feng became a messenger, and struggled all the way to survive. From the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, he sent more than a dozen terrifying letters. The ghosts couldn't kill him, but he didn't expect that he was still stuck in this last level.

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The fifth floor of the post office, in the end, couldn't get past it, and stopped there.

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At this moment, a cold breath intruded in from outside the back door.

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Wang Feng lost, and the ghost will come in now.

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"I'm here to gamble with ghosts."

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At this moment, a ghost rider gritted his teeth and pushed Wang Feng's body away, sat down again, and immediately picked up the red dice and threw it out.

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Before the ghost comes in.

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This person forcibly took over the game and continued what Wang Feng had done before.

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The red dice rolled and finally stopped, and an unimaginable number was thrown out by the ghost rider: 6.

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The maximum number of points appeared.

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"Ha ha."

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The Ghost Rider smiled, his nervous smile showing some unnatural twitching on his face.

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The game begins.

The gloomy aura stopped and did not invade the ancient house.

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The ghost was forcibly brought into this game and bound by the rules of the game.

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So even if the ghost bet against Wang Feng, it is useless. As long as someone continues this game, they must continue to gamble until all the people on Yang Jian's side are dead.

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soon.

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The black dice rolled, and the number thrown by the ghost was: 5.

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Another 5.

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Wang Feng died on this number before, but the ghost rider rolled a 6 first.

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So the first one won.

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The cold breath retreated and left the back door.

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"Ghost, gone." The ghost rider immediately sighed in relief, then grinned.

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But this smile had just emerged, and it soon froze again.

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A pair of old black cloth shoes came over and tried to enter the back hall, but stopped at the threshold.

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Then.

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The black dice used to represent Specter turned.

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"It's this ghost again, who was beaten by Wang Feng before and left, how long has it been, and he's here again?" The ghost rider's heart shrank suddenly.

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Because the ghosts that cannot be dispelled by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.

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The ghost luck of participating in this game for the second time seems to be a bit bad.

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2:00.

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"It looks like I can live longer than you." The ghost rider glanced at the corpse of Wang Feng.

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At this moment, Fan Xing threw this Wang Feng's body out of the back door, like throwing garbage, it quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and rolled down a downhill into the woods behind.

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The messenger's body cannot be placed in this ancient house.

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Once possessed by something, the corpse is no longer a corpse, but a ghost.

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Besides, no one can guarantee that this Wang Feng is not a ghost rider.

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Therefore, everyone was silent about Fan Xing's behavior, and there was no objection.

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Although Wang Feng did make great efforts and sacrifices before, but now that he is dead, everything is meaningless. Those who survive must continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.

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The other ghost rider who took over followed Wang Feng's example and squeezed the dice in his hand for ten seconds.

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Ten seconds to come.

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He was not greedy for time, and immediately threw the red dice out.

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The ghost's point is 2.

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The probability of winning is very high.

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But fate seems to have played a joke on him. When the red dice stopped rolling, a point that made him desperate appeared: 1.

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1 o'clock.

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It's even smaller than the ghost's 2 o'clock.

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"How could this be, how could this be? How could it be a little..."

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This person immediately became mentally ill, like a gambler who had overwhelmed his entire net worth, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared.

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"Luck is like this, you may be six or one, you may be able to win, but ghosts will never lose, the biggest unfairness is not in the game, but in the identity of the person who gambles. You can never win a ghost by gambling, just like the gambler can never win the dealer." Eagle said solemnly.

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The ghost rider was still roaring, venting his inner unwillingness.

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But to no avail.

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soon.

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He stumbled and fell to the ground.

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His face was cold, his mouth widened, his eyes were dim and gray, and he lost his life.

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He was wiped out of his life by the supernatural, and even a ghost rider could not resist the terrifying curse of this ghost dice.

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It's just that as soon as this person dies, someone has to take over the game.

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The old pair of black cloth shoes has a tendency to walk into the back hall at this moment.

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According to Yang Jian's regulations.

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After a ghost rider dies, he has to change to a messenger.

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Now there are only three messengers left.

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Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.

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Daqiang's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to participate so quickly. As an ordinary person, Yang Xiaohua was holding the red balloon in her hand, and it was not yet time to play.

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So at this time, the eagle did not refuse, and immediately picked up the red dice on the ground and threw it out.

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The game continues.

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The old black cloth shoes stopped.

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As before, because the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules to continue the game of tossing points.

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"Has Li Yang not returned yet? Three of them have already died. If we continue to die like this, we are destined to be destroyed by the regiment."

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Fan Xing was very impatient at this time, he was almost desperate when he saw this situation.

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The people around me died one by one.

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Either he was killed by the ghost invasion, or he died to delay the ghost.

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The most important thing is that there is still no hope in the process of confronting the Specter.

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This is because Yang Jian is here.

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He alone withstood all the ghosts who came from the lobby, and didn't let a ghost come over.

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But even that was of no avail.

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Under the situation that the intrusion of the ghosts from outside is not curbed, it is still inevitable that they will be destroyed by the group in the end.

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Knowing that this would be the situation, he would not be stupid enough to fight for the right to speak. Wouldn't it be better to hug Yang Jian's thigh obediently?

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And that **** Zhou Deng.

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If they all obeyed Yang Jian's orders, the first seven might be able to get through it safely.

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"Shasha..."

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In the dark lobby, the lingering radio sound rang again.

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The signal was successfully received very quickly, and strange words came out: "Hey, hey, you are all dying, soon... Shasha~!"

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Yang Jian's face sank.

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With the coffin nails in his hand, he wished to nail this thing immediately, but his reason told him that the coffin nails were not ready for use.

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If it really gets out of control and can't hold it anymore, his coffin nail will be left to the old man in the coffin.

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At least the most dangerous thing must be solved.

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The rest is up to fate.

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Yang Xiaohua was trembling all over at this moment, and she felt that her breathing had become a luxury.

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Although I knew that this mission of delivering letters would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

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After being tense for a long time, she felt her whole body froze, as if she had lost consciousness. She had no choice but to move her body in a small range, lest she would not be able to move even in the event of danger.

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Yang Xiaohua took a few steps back to the side.

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But the next moment.

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Her complexion suddenly changed.

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After taking a few steps back, she actually stepped on the air, and her body fell back uncontrollably.

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It seems like there is an abyss behind you~www.readwn.com~! "

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Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.

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Several people nearby all looked at it.

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Immediately, everyone's eyes narrowed.

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Suddenly, a gap appeared on the wall behind Yang Xiaohua.

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As if the wall was cracked.

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It is like a bottomless abyss that wants to devour the living.

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Yang Jian has been on guard against accidents happening to each other. The moment Yang Xiaohua fell, his ghost hand moved.

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Several ghost hands appeared on Yang Xiaohua's body and invaded her body.

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next moment.

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The red balloon in Yang Xiaohua's hand directly wrapped around her arm, and quickly floated up with her whole body.

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Because at this moment, there are ghosts and supernatural powers in her body, so this red balloon played a role.

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"Are the walls in the back hall eroded by supernatural beings?" Yang Jian pondered.

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He is still maintaining his form, using the smallest means to produce the best results.

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Because it is still early, there are still many places to work hard.

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(End of this chapter)

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